As planned, we drove Gavin to the Rotunda. Then I found a parking space in the lot behind the motel, at the end where the executive suites were located. Gavin had given me instructions on how to use the parabolic dish and record everything I heard. Something I already knew, which I suspect he was aware of. But of course Lorne wasn’t, so Gavin did it for his benefit—and to cover my ass. I would turn it on, trained toward the hallway, as soon as he was inside. When he got to the room he would look out the window long enough for me to know exactly where he was. Then I could fine-tune the dish to pick up just his conversation with the kid in the room.
The first thing I heard was two men, neither of them Gavin, talking in what I presumed was the executive suites’ hallway. One of them was bragg
